Paisley felt rejected for a long time, because her mother didn’t want anything to do with her. So I was Mom and Dad. I went to all the Mother’s Day dinners at school. I talked boys even though it fucking killed me. I played dress up. I’ve done whatever I could.
She turned out fucking amazing. I duck my head and look at the ground, my throat getting thick at the sounds of my girls crying.
“I love you, Kay,” I hear Paisley say and walk out of the room. I can’t handle that shit.
“I love you, too, Paisley.”
Fuck.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Kayla
I am seven months pregnant. I feel like a million years by this point. The heat of the Texas air and me being pregnant do not mix. On top of that, I feel like a whale. I waddle, and it’s not attractive. Well, it doesn’t feel attractive.
Man, I need some chocolate!
I push off the couch and walk—or waddle—into the kitchen, where I open a drawer beside the fridge and grab a bar of chocolate. I peel back the wrapper and take a bite. I moan and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Baby, you ready for dinner?” Torch calls as the front door slams shut.
“Yeah!” I call back and tuck the bar of chocolate back into the drawer. Save that for later. I am wearing a flowy sundress and sandals. My hair is falling down my back. I walk into the living room, holding my stomach.
“How is my baby this evening?” Torch asks before his lips press against mine. He starts to pull away, but I pull him back to me. I grab him through his jeans while he grabs both of my butt cheeks, squeezing them.
“If you don’t fuck me, I will combust right here,” I murmur against his lips. He chuckles.
Did I mention that I stay horny? I can’t get enough of Torch.
His hands are lifting up my skirt. Is it bad that I am tempted to get down on my hands and knees right now? Foreplay is great, but I need him.
“Baby, just fuck me! I’m already soaked,” I beg. He growls possessively then turns me again and grabs my hands to place them on the back of the couch. He holds on to my hips and pulls me back so I am bent over.
Fuck, yeah.
I hear his belt buckle and then feel two fingers enter me. I shudder at the feel and press back against his fingers, moaning when I feel him at my entrance. I push back while he pushes forward at the same time.
“Oh!” I say and hold on for the ride.
Torch gives me what I want and need. He fucks me into oblivion. My body wracks with tremors as I come twice before he finishes. When he pulls out, I take a step back, my legs shaky, and pat his chest. “Thank you.” Then I waddle into the bathroom so I can clean up.
I hear him laugh.
Hey, I did mention I was just horny, right?”
***
Thirty minutes later, we pull up in front of the restaurant, where all of the club members and the ole ladies are eating dinner. Ryan is married to Myra now. Heck, a month after the gang elimination, they got hitched court-house style like Torch and I. Ryan is in the process of adopting Mia, too. Which shouldn’t be a problem, because Mia’s dad signed over his rights.
Torch shuts the driver’s side of the truck and then my door opens. His hands grip my hips, and he lifts me straight out of the truck. Once I am settled on my feet, he wraps his arm around me, tucking me into his side possessively. I can’t help but smile at his antics. Even though we are married, he still has to claim me everywhere he goes, one way or another.
I love it.
Torch opens the door to the restaurant. The cold air hits me, and I could sigh with relief. “Yo, Torch!” I hear Techy yell. We walk through the restaurant. I can feel eyes on me; it’s nothing unusual.
“Laaaa!” I hear little Mia yell and smile. Her little hands are pulling at my dress. “What about me, Mia?” Torch says, and then I feel her being lifted as she brushes against my hip. Then I hear her giggling.
“Hi, Kayla,” Myra greets me and then gives me a side hug. I hug her back before I pull away. Torch still has his hand on my back. I pull my hand behind him and smack him hard on the butt. “Lead the way, babe.”
I feel him jump and hear Techy laughing.
“Damn, the farther along she is, the feistier she gets!” Techy says, laughing. I smirk in his direction, laughing with him.
“Come on, Kayla, sit your ass down.” Torch chuckles and helps me into my seat.
The waitress comes and gets our drink order. I sit and listen to the talk around me while rubbing my legs together to ease the ache that is already starting to fester again.
Reaching over, I grab Torch’s junk through his jeans. I rub slightly and feel him shaking with laughter.
What am I supposed to do? Suffer?
I feel him moving closer to me. “Baby, you need me again?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yesss,” I draw out, moaning. He immediately stands up and takes me with him.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“To the ladies’ room,” he mutters and I laugh. Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.
I hear the door open and then close. Then a lock clicks and I am lifted off the ground. My butt hits the top of the counter by the sinks. I feel Torch’s hands pushing up my dress before his hands wrap around my panties and I lift my hips so he can slide them down.
My lower body jerks at the touch of his fingers between my folds. I brush his shoulders and feel him lower his body until he is kneeling on the ground. His hands glide up from my calves to my thighs. My body is shaking with pent-up anticipation.
His breath on me, and my legs start shaking. I am burning alive!
When his tongue moves through my lips, my body starts shaking worse. Torch wraps his arms around my waist to hold me up. My legs go on either side of his shoulders then his mouth wraps around my clit and sucks.
“Oh my god!” I cry out at the pleasure. It’s almost too much.
Two fingers enter me. He curls them and moves up my walls. I jolt as he touches my g-spot and then suckles harder on my clit. I throw my head back yelling as I come, my body jolting with every pulse and tremor.
As I come down from my high, Torch gets up and presses my head to his chest.
“You almost killed me there.” I laugh and pat his butt.
He laughs out loud and kisses the top of my head then steps back and helps me put my panties back on. “I think I'll keep you pregnant all the time if you're going to be like this. A sex fanatic.”
I laugh and shrug my shoulders.
He helps me down from the sink. I grab his belt buckle, ready to return the favor. “Baby, when we get home. You’re not getting on your knees, and especially not in a public bathroom.”
I gape. “But you did?” I question and feel his hand on my cheekbone. I tilt my head to the side, leaning farther into his touch.
“Baby, you're my wife. I gave you what you needed. I will always do that. I don't expect anything in return.”
I shake my head with a smile on my face. I love that man.
“Let’s get back to dinner.” He takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom. All the talking stops once we step out.
I widen my eyes. They didn't hear us, did they?
“The fuck you looking at?” Torch growls. I move a little closer to him.
“Whoa, baby!” I hear Techy yell. Oh my god, they did. Ground, swallow me up. But I was desperate.
Torch leads me back to the table, where I sit down. I rub my burning cheeks while I hear someone laughing. Myra. She is sitting beside me. I turn toward her. “Did they hear?”
She laughs louder. “Oh, yeah. They were going to call the police until Ryan scared the waitress to death.”
Torch kisses my burning cheek. I smile at him.
Everyone is silent, while I gnaw my bottom lip nervously.
“You're a lucky bastard, Torch,” Techy says, and I can't help but smirk at him.
“Don’t I know it,” my man agrees and kisses my temple. All that sweetness. I can’t
handle it. I start to tear up. Damn pregnancy hormones.
“Aww, she’s leaking, Torch!” Techy pouts, and I laugh wiping my tears.
“It’s okay. She does that.” Torch says nonchalantly. He didn’t just say that. I reach over and grab both of his nipples and twist.
“Ouch!” he says and pulls away. I smile triumphantly and take a drink of my water.
But when I feel Torch moving closer to me, I brace myself. His breath brushes my ear before he starts talking.
“You’ll get it later for that,” he whispers. I grin.
I sure hope so.
Torch
During the rest of the dinner, Kayla slowly tortures me. She ‘accidentally’ brushes her hand against my dick again and again.
Once we’re done, I stand up and grab her hand. She stands up smiling. That’s when I see the fucking waiter who’s been eyeing Kayla and the other women all night. He walks past me, stops in front of Kayla, and presses something into her free hand.
He didn’t just fucking do that in front of me. She has her cut on her back, my ring on her finger, and a baby in her stomach.
“Baby, I need to go take care of the check. Ryan and Myra will walk you out, yeah?”
She smiles and nods. I look over at Ryan, who is smirking at me. Hey, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta to do. No guy is going to disrespect me like that.
Myra walks over and takes Kayla’s hand. Ryan has Mia asleep on his shoulder with a blanket tucked around her.
Once I see Kayla is outside, I walk to the front and pay for our meals. That’s when I see the waiter going into the men’s room. I take my receipt and put it back into my pocket then enter the men’s room and lock the door behind me.
The waiter turns around and looks at me.
I smile.
He pales and backs up closer to the wall.
“You wanted my woman to call you?” I ask and walk closer to him.
He shakes his head no.
“Then what’s this?” I show him the note with his number on it.
“I’m sorry!” he cries out. But he is not. He’s trying to save his ass.
“Oh, that makes it better,” I say. The guy looks at me, hopeful. “Really?”
I chuckle. “No.” Then I bring my fist back and pop him on the mouth. He falls to the ground, holding his mouth. When he brings his hand back, I see a tooth.
“Oh, I’m sorry. My hand slipped. Let me take a look.” I tsk at him and pull his hand away from his mouth, take the note, and stuff it in his mouth. Then I force his mouth shut and pat his jaw.
“Now, don’t ever poach on another man again. Understand?” I peer into his eyes and he nods.
“Good.” I stand up and walk out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind me. I walk right out of the restaurant and into the parking lot, where I see Kayla standing by our truck with Ryan and Myra.
“Ready to go home, baby?” I ask once I reach them.
“Yeah, but let’s stop and get some tacos for later,” she suggests before I help her into the truck. She buckles up and I shut the door. Ryan looks at my hand and laughs. “Man, he was staring at your woman the whole entire evening, too.” His eyes widen. “He was?” I nod. “Yeah, but it’s over and done now. He won’t be eating solid foods for a while.” I wink and walk over to the driver’s side. Ryan winks back at me and gets into his truck.
“Oh, wait, no tacos. I want some pizza for later!”
I laugh and kiss her. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“Well, I want some of your cock later, too.” She smirks at me.
I laugh and shake my head. Best thing I ever did was getting her pregnant.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Kayla
One month later, eight months pregnant
“The buzzer for the gate keeps going off!” I yell and get off the couch. I click the button, so I can talk to whoever is at the gate. “Who is it?”
“It’s me. Your mom.”
I let go of the button and back away from it. Why is she here? What does she want?
Why does she keep on doing this to me? I want to be in her life, but being in her life causes me more pain than not. I want nothing more than to have my mother around for my delivery, baby shopping, and all that.
I walk back toward the panel on the wall and click the button so I can talk. “What do you want?” I ask her. My body is already jittery with nerves.
“I just wanted to see you. To apologize.”
I close my eyes at her words. Then I sigh and bang my head against the wall next to the panel, and I reach up and push the button to unlock the gate.
I have a watch phone now, since I can’t seem to keep up with my phone. I click the button to call. “Call Torch,” I say into the watch and hear it ringing.
“Hey, baby,” Torch answers, and I can’t stop my smile.
“My mom is here and I decided to let her in the gate. Will you come home to be with me?” I need him here. I just need him.
“I will be home soon,” he says, and I sigh in relief.
“Love you.”
“Love you, too, baby,” he says, and I smile again. That’s when I hear the knocking at the front door.
“She’s here.”
“Want me to stay on the line?” he asks.
“If you want. But I will put it on mute so you can’t be heard, okay? But you can hear me,” I explain, to which he mutters, “Okay.”
I walk to the front door and open it. “Hi, baby,” my mom says once the door is open. I step away from the door and she walks inside. I smell her as she breezes past. Then the scent of smoke hits me.
No.
That’s what my dad always smelt like. He isn’t here. She may have been around him earlier.
“Mom, do you need something?” I shut the door as I ask her, ignoring the warning signs ringing in my head.
“I just wanted to see you,” she says. Then she wraps her arms around me. I leave my arms hanging at my sides. It feels wrong for her to be hugging me. I can’t remember the last time she has hugged me like this.
“Okay,” I say, confused, and push at her shoulders until she lets me go. My skin is crawling from the feel of her touching me. This woman has done so much or let things happen to me. It’s going to take a lot more than a hug or empty words to get me to trust her.
I walk into the living room and click the button to lock the gate.
“Why are you doing that?” she asks, and I hear a tremor in her voice.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused. “I’m just locking the gate.”
What is she planning? I knew she wasn’t up to any good.
“Mom, what are you really doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest and put my back to a wall so no one can sneak up to me.
“You sure have a big house. How loaded is your man?” I can sense her walking around the room, hear the things on the counter getting moved around.
I knew there was a reason for her being here, and it sure as heck isn’t for me. I rest my head against the wall behind me and close my eyes.
“Just leave, Mom.”
“Why would I do that? I am your mother!” she gasps and acts like I just broke her fragile heart. That woman doesn’t have a heart.
“Because you aren’t getting any money from me.”
I hear her stop walking and hold my breath, wondering what’s going to happen next.
“That’s where you are wrong.”
That voice has me ready to hit the ground. It’s my father’s voice. When did he get here? Panic shoots through me, and I back away from the voice.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice trembling
Breathe, Kayla! Breathe! Torch is on his way here and will be here any minute.
“I sold you, remember? Since you rode off with the fucker, I couldn’t find you and had to give the money back!” he grounds out angrily. I tremble harder. My legs are barely able to hold me up.
My dad touches my shoulder right before I
feel his breath in my face. It stinks of rotten eggs and God knows what. “Now, I got to fucking do a ransom so I can get some fucking money. It seems to me that your man is rich. Hmm,” he draws out, and I touch the wall behind me and pray to God Torch will get here on time.
The panic I am feeling now is something I haven’t ever felt before. My father is crazy. I fear for my baby. I fear for my life. I can’t even see what’s in front of me. I am terrified.
“Now, let’s fucking go before that fucking man of yours comes home!” My dad yells into my face. I flinch and close my eyes, breathing in deeply through my nose and out of my mouth. I have never felt as helpless in my life than I do in this moment. I can’t run away, because I can’t see! I can’t fall, because it may hurt my baby.
I grip my stomach with both of my hands, cradling it
A hand twines into my hair and my head is bowed to the side as he pulls it. I stumble after him and then feel my mother at my side. She grabs my hand and leads me to a point. I hear my front door open and then feel the heat of the Texas air.
I hold on to my mother as we descend the stairs, repulsed by the idea of touching her, but I have to. My head is still yanked to the side as he pulls.
“Get your ass in the car!” he yells and lets go of my hair, but not before taking a few strands with it. I cry out, and that’s when I remember the gate is locked.
I am pushed into a car onto my back. The heat is stifling in here. I put my hands out in front of me, gauging my surroundings. Two doors open and close. Then the car starts up. What can I do to get free?
I start crying and pray.
Torch
The moment she started crying, my heart turned stone cold. Her dad is beyond dead. He is going to suffer, over and over again. One day for every tear she is shedding. I am still on the phone with her, and the watch she has for a phone has a GPS.
It was torture hearing her scared and her dad speaking to her that way. The worst thing though was hearing him hurt her.
He hurt her.
I feel rage like I haven’t felt before. Techy is tracking the GPS and is giving me directions through the Bluetooth piece Ryan gave me. They are riding behind me as I race toward my woman.
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